To Begin Again

I could make love to you in a way that

would give you deliverance

and spread you wide against

a horizon

of gold and amber

light

you would come with waves of crimson heat against the shadows of twilight

When I am done, you would laze breathlessly

in fields of honey suckle

and breathe shallow breaths

delighting in the

motion of slight

movement

and westward breezes

After the calm,

you would reach for me

in gratitude

only to find

that I am there without form,